Food For Thought
Cosmic technologyTo stressful a thought
With mankind corrupted
By political fault
Gone are the days
Of the meek and the mild
If you need to survive
Then be born to be wild
The airs full of fumes
Dust, smog or smoke
And lungs are polluted
By tobacco or coke
A day never passes
Without harsh words or war
The terrorist screams
In the ears of the poor
And the dead and the dying
Are proof of the score
So what have we learnt
Since the dawn of mankind
That wars are an option
If you look you will find
There is a way forward
But tread lightly with care
Peace comes at a price
And its not always fair.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-22 at 10:35
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